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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
the Association,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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.