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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.