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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
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.