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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Scratch Acid 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Faust,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.