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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.