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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.