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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Swans,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.