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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.