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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.