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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Sparks,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.