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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.