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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Ten City,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.