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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
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.