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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.