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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.