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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
cv313,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.