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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.