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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.