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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
UT,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.