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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.