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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
ABC,
Hashim,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.