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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.