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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.