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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.