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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
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.