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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.