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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.