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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.