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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Nico,
June Days,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.