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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.