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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Roxette 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Pole,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.