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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
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.