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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.