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 Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.