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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
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.