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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.