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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.