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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.