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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.