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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
New Order,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.