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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.