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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
ABC,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
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.