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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
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.