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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
UT,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
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.