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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.