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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.