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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.