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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.