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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
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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.