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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.