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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Names,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.