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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
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.