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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Flipper,
the Normal,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
The Names,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.