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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Technova,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.