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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
The Monks,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.