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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
June Days,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.