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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.