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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.