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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Swans,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Television,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
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.