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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Television,
Subhumans,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.