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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.