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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.