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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Cluster,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.