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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.