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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.