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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.