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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.