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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Rekid,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.