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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Sound,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Roxette,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.