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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Qualms,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.