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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.