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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 jazz 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 a snare and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.