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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.