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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.