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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.