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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.