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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.