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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
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.