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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Excepter,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.