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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.