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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.