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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.