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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.