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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.