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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.