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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.