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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.