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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.