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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.