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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.