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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.