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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.