Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.