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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echospace 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Skaos,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.