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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Mummies,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.