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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.