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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Crime,
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.