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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.