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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Skaos,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.