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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.