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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
New Order,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
The Motions,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.