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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.