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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Pagans,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.