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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.