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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Index,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.