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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.