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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
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.