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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.