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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Franke,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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.