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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.