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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.