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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.