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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the jazz 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.