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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
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.