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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.