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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Faust,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.