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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Swans,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.