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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Can,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.