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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.