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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.