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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.