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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.