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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Faust,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.