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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.