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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Yazoo 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.