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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
MC5,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.