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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Index,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.