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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
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,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
The Index,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.