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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.