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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 guitar 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
The Evens,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.