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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.