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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.