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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.