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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.