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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the grime 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
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.