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 Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Slave,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.