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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.