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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.