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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.