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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.