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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Ten City,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.