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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.