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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.