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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.