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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.