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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.