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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.