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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Mars,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.