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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Wire,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.