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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.