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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
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.