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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.