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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.