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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.