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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.