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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.