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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.