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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.