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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.