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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Index,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.