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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.