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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.