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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
the Germs,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.