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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
ABC,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.