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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
DNA,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.