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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.