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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Section 25,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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.