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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.