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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.