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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.