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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can 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.