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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.