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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.