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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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?
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.