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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.