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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.