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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
The Gories,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.