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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
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.