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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Faust,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
10cc,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.