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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Index,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
The Index,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.