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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Neu!,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.