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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
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.