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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.