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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.