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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.