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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.