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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Technova,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.