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 Sudan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.