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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.