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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aswad to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.