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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.