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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.