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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 808 and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.