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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
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.