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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.