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 China 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pole to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.