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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.