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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
The Remains,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.