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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.