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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Index,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.