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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.