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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.