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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.