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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
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.