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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.