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 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barracudas to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.