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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.