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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.