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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.