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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.