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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.