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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.