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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.