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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.