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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 marimba and an organ 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
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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.