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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.