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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.