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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.