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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
New Order,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.