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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.