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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Swans,
Cluster,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.