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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
MDC,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.