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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.