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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.