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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Index,
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.