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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.