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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.