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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
MC5,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.