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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
cv313,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.