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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.