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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.