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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.