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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.