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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
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.