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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
the Association,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.