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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
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.