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 Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Altered Images to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.