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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.