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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 a spring reverb and a sitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.