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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.