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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Can,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.