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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.