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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.