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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.