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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 a 808 and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.