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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.