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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Japan,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.