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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pop Group to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.