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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.