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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
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.