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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
UT,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Qualms,
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.