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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.