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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Main Source,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.