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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
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.