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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Erasure,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Television,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Slave,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.