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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.