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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
June Days,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.