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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.