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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.