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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Magma,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.