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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
X-101,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.