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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.