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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 X-102 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.