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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.