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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
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.