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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.