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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.