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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.