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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.