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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.