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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
CMW,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.