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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.