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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.