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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.