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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.