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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Franke,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.