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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.