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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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.