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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.