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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
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,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.