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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.