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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.