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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.