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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.