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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
The Index,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.