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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.