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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.