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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.