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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.