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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.