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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
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.