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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The Names,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.