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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.