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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.