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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
June of 44,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.