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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Swans,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Monks,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.