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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
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,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.