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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.