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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.