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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.