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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.