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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Litter to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 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?
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.