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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.