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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
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.