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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.