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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.