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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
The Move,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.