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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Index,
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.