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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.