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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.