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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Japan,
Liliput,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.