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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
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.