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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.