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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.