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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
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.