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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.