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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.