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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
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.