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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Alarm Clocks 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.