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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges 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 rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Visage,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.