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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
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.