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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.