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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
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Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.