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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
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.