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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.