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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.