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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 snare and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.