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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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.