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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.