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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.