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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 This Heat to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
X-101,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.