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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.