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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Monks,
Mars,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.