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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.