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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Television,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.