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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Can,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.