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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.