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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.