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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.