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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Fear,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.