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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Excepter,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Yaz,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.