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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 snare and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Gong,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.