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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.