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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.