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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.