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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.