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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
AZ,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
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.