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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
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.