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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.