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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.