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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 oboe 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.