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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.