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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.