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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.