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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '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 Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Magma,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.