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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.