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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.