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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.