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 Palau and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.