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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.