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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Scion,
Nas,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Brick,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.