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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.