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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.