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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.