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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Organ,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.