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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Television,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.