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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.