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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.