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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
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.