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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.