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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.