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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.