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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.