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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.