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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.