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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
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.