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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.