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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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.