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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.