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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
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.