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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.