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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
New Order,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.