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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Scientists to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.