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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.