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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.