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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Crime,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.