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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.