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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Index,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.