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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Liliput,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.