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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.