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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Q65,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.