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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Count Five,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Q65,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
The Names,
Little Man,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.