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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.