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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.