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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Wire,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.