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 Maldives 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Can,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.