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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.