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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.