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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Fear,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.