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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Alphaville,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.