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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.