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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
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,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.