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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
MC5,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.