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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.