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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.