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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.