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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Japan,
10cc,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.