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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.