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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.