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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.