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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.