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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Schoolly D 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.