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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.