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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.