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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.