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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.