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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
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.