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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Motorama,
the Swans,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.