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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.