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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.