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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.