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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.