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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.