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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
X-102,
Rekid,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.