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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.