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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.