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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Cymande,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.