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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.