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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.