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 Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.