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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.