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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.