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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.