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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
UT,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.