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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.