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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.