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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.