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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
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.