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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
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 Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.