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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
June Days,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.