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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.