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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.