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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.