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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.