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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
ABC,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
EPMD,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.