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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.