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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.