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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.