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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.