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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Smog,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.