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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.