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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
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.