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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Oneida,
The Associates,
UT,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.