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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.