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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.