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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.