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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.