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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.