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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.