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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.