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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
June Days,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.