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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.