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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.