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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
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.