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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
The Litter,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.