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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 June Days to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
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.