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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.