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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.