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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.