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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 rhodes 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.