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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
The Doors,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.