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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.