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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.