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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.