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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.