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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Television,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.