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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Pole,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.