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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 808 and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
MDC,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.