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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.