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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Index,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Visage,
CMW,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.