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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.