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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.