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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 rhodes and an organ 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.