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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin 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 rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.