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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.