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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
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The Martian,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.