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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.