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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.