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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.