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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Nico,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.