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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.