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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.