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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
JFA,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.