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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.