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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.