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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.