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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.