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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.