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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.