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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.