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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.