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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.