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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Index,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
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.