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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.