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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.