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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.