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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.