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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.