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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.