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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.