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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.