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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.